Dandelions have always been my thing; a symbol of sorts that I've always related to. My grandpa even calls me Sandie-Dandie and has a picture of me on his bookshelf picking dandelions.
I guess I relate to them in several ways: I show up where I'm not supposed to be. I'm messy. I come apart at the seams with the slightest amount of turbulence. I'm pretty good at taking root wherever I land. I can find hope in the most unlikeliest of circumstances.
If I had a dandelion right now, I'd wish that life was still as simple as just needing a dandelion to make a wish.....
Monday, May 16, 2016
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